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So the church Christ was hit and
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.
One Virgin still
Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
But a piece of hell will batter her.
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier. He was one of the leading poets of the First W
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